You slash and burn and claw your way to the top of the tower,
Only to see that the view is the same from the ground.
You hide and fight and twist other's words.
They retaliate and roar, like they did when you were one of them.
And when you look up to the heavens and scream to hear the sound,
You realize it sounds no different when you're up high.
And when you're hungry and you get food to eat,
It taste no better than before, except it costs the same as the average water bill.
And when you yearn and ache for company you don't have
the pain feels the same as when you were surrounded by those you
considered beneath you.
And when you lay in bed at night and stare at what you've aquired, and what you can afford,
and think about why you can afford it, and who you had to eradicate to get it, and who you had to abandon, to slash and burn and claw your way to the top.
You die wondering if it was all worth it.